Champagne and Mistletoe (part 3)

Posted on Sat Jan 28th, 2012 @ 3:04pm by Lieutenant JG Ronnie Wolfe & Lieutenant Commander Damion Wolfe

1,055 words; about a 5 minute read

Mission: The Race for the Lost Treasure
Location: Damion Wolfe's Quarters
Timeline: After Christmas party in the arboretum

[CONTINUED]

Damion lifted his glass and looked at her with a smile. "I don't think you will ever have to worry about us not being on good terms." He took a sip and then nodded to her. "Alright. Lets change it then." He put down the glass and then looked back over to her. "It's classified, but." He paused as he looked at her up and down. "I will be willing to tell you if you offer me something in return. Whatever the information is worth to you." Damion smiled devilishly. He would probably end up telling her anyway, but this was his way of have fun with her.

Ronnie returned his grin, thinking of all the possible ways to answer his question. Some of them ... well, some of them weren't she wanted to mention out loud. She set down her drink and turned to face him. "Well, I don't have anything on me, so you'll just have to settle for this." Very slowly she leaned forward, stopping a breath away from him. She paused for a moment before giving him the briefest of kisses. "How's that?"

"Well... Close enough." He laughed as he looked over her. Damion moved closer to her and then leaned in. He was making it look like he was trying to be secretive, but he was also trying to get closer to her. "My last tour was on a ship that, by Starfleet Intelligence standards, didn't exist." He whispered to her as he continued. "No Federation Uniforms, no Federation laws, no Federation ties. We never sent out reports and we didn't even have a transponder code. We used a Defiant Class Starship with no registration or transponder signal. Intel only... but things happened." Damion said softly as he got quiet for a moment. He could remember all the incidents on the ship that happened almost like it just did. He cleared his throat and then leaned over and grabbed his glass and took a big sip. He placed it back and then leaned back against the couch, looking over to her. "The Nightshade. You wont find her name on any of the reports or ships listings. Like I said... She doesn't exist, but she does. Last I checked anyway."

"So why are you telling me this?" she asked softly.

"Because you asked." Damion respond and then smiled. "Besides. We survived a sinking ship and are about to get passed another one. I'm pretty sure I can trust you. You could have walked out so many times. You didn't even have to come here, but you did." He smiled and then took another sip of his drink, finishing it off.

"Thank you," she said simply. "I appreciate being told." She finished her second glass of champagne and set the glass down. "Did you choose to leave the Nightshade or were you transferred?"

Damion took a moment before he answered. "I made a promise to get out while I could." He said softly as he cleared his throat and looked at her. "Thy'ren, an Andorian who was also on the ship, died from phase pulse infection. Him, his sister, and I were really close. He asked me to promise to get off the Nightshade when I had the chance." He looked at the retractable sword on the table. "He is the one who gave me that. Trained me how to use it and how to be a better fighter. Gave me his Ushaan-tor. Told me to use it to get whoever shot him. Problem is I don't know what happened. He was sent out to gather some intel on something and then he came back like that. He never got the chance to tell me."

"I'm so sorry," she said, putting a hand gently on his arm. "If it helps, I'm glad you got out, too."

Damion looked at her and smiled. "So am I." He replied softly. Damion took the bottle and then poured himself and Ronnie another glass of champagne. He placed the bottle back on the table and then looked back over to her as he leaned back against the couch.

Ronnie took a sip of her drink and sighed. "So, what do you want to talk about next?"

"Dancing." He said softly with a bit of a laugh as he got up. "How about something slow?" Damion said as he looked over to her.

"I think that sounds perfect." She took another sip of her drink and set it on the table.

Damion got up from the couch and then walked over to the display. He stopped and began to hit a few keys on the display. He searched for a good slow song to play for the both of them to dance to.

Ronnie stood and walked around the table. When the music began to play she held out her arms to Damion. "Hey, sailor, wanna dance?"

"Sailor?" Damion laughed as he took her hands in his and then brought her close. He smiled as he put his hand at her waist and then looked at her in her eyes.

"An old Earth phrase." She looked up at him and grinned. "Nevermind." She put one hand on his shoulder.

"So what are you plans for the rest of the night, Lieutenant?" He asked as he spun her around a little bit and then dipped her.

"Well, I have some ideas, but nothing definite," she teased. He was a good dancer and she was enjoying herself.

He brought her close again and then smiled. He noticed the Mistletoe she had in her hair and then laughed softly. "Interesting hair piece, Lancaster."

She pulled it out of her hair band and held it in front of her. "Well, it is Christmas. And what's Christmas without mistletoe?"

"Well." Damion smiled as he raised a brow and then laughed. "Far be it from me to break a tradition." He put his hands at her back and then dipped her softly. As he looked down towards her, he gave her a playful wink and then leaned forward. Damion closed his eyes and locked lips with her. He put some passion behind it and made sure she knew it.

(To be continued...)

Lieutenant JG Damion Wolfe
Chief Intelligence Officer
USS Calypso

Lieutenant JG Ronnie Lancaster
Assistant Chief Science Officer
USS Calypso

 

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